You know I smoked a lot of grass,Oh Lord And I popped a lot of pills But I never did touch nothing That my spirit couldn't kill You know I see a lot of people walkin' round Here with tombstones in their eyes 'Cause the pusher don't care Child if you live or if you die God damn on the pusher, yea yea I said God damn him God damn him, pusher man You know the dealer I said the dealer is a man With lots of love racks in his hand But the pusher is a monster Good God, oh Lord he's my natural man You know the dealer The dealer takes a nickel lord And sells you lots of sweet dreams And lord knows we need lots a sweet dreams But here comes the pusher Takes your body and leaves your mind a screen God damn on the pusher I said God damn the pusher He's not a natural man You know the dealer takes a nickel And he sells a box of sweet dreams But he pusher takes your body He takes your body He takes your body And he leaves your mind a screen God damn him God damn him, God damn him God damn him, God damn the pusher If I were the president, hear me, of this land I'd declare totale war on the pusher man Gimme now, now I'd shoot him if he stands I'd cut him if he runs yea I'd kill him with my Bible My razor and my gun God damn him, God damn him Oh, the pusher God damn the pusher man
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